Here's the third chapter. Happy reading!
I realised how much he lacked in self-confidence. He sits beside me on the steel bed of the shrieking shack. His back was scrunched up and his eyes were trailing the floor. He was very quiet and took no notice of my presence in the room. I feel like a guardian angel looking down upon him. I could feel the power surrounding this little room. Everything in here holds a memory of the dead, missed, and loved. Poor Harry! I could feel your pain.
"What are you staring at?" Harry asked in a started voice.
"At you." I said dreamily, looking away from him.
"Why?" He asked, "Is there something wrong with my hair?"
I shook my head.
He smiled at me and pointed to the rage on the floor next to the door.
"That was where I tried to strangle Sirius when I though he was the murderer." Harry said.
I gave him an encouraging smile.
"This proves the point that truth isn't always on the outside."
Harry looked at me, puzzled by my remark.
"Then, is there more truth within you?" He asked
Was there? I know not. I wouldn't imagine anything more within me than who I am already. I am certainly no angelic.
"Not that I know of." I said, "Is there any in you?"
Harry fell silent and scrunched up even more. I could tell that there was.
"I hate being the boy who lived." He said angrily, "I wish I could have just died that day when Voldemort tried to kill me."
"That's interesting." I said with a dreamy expression, "From all the people who wished to live; you wish to die?"
Harry fell silent again.
"I guess I am kind of selfish thinking that way." Harry said sorely, "I bet Dean's father would have liked to be the boy that lived. Then he would be with his wife and son. They could have leaded a normal life, full of happiness and grace."
I smiled down at the boy. He seemed so overcome by this entire realisation. He scrunched up even more. Now, he looked so tiny and young, frighten and terrified by this world. I just wish I could do something to take that sorrow away from him. If I could take his place; I would.
I stood up and walked over to the windowsill. I sat down and looked through the broken glassed window. The moonlight spattered the room with yellow light.
Harry suddenly noticed the light. He followed the light to the source. He, as Luna did, looked through the broken glass. But it wasn't the moon that radiated the light, it was Luna.
"Your..." Harry said in a shocked voice.
I turned around slowly and looked at him with a curious smile.
"Your, what?" I asked.
Harry blinked hard and rubbed his eyes. The light was gone. Only the translucent light from the moon was left. It cast a dark eerie shadow on the broken furniture in the room. Harry felt a thump in heart. Was he imagining things again? Or was that real?
"It's nothing." Harry said quickly.
I walked back to the bed and sat down.
"I find it strange." I said quietly, "How come you talk to me? Most people ignore me or make fun of me."
The pain and sufferings in his heart seemed so little compared to Luna. Yet she stands brave and tall. Never for a minute had she given up and surrendered to the truth of this painful world. She never called "Mercy" or "Help" to anyone.
Harry simply shrugged.
"Why do you talk to me?" Harry asked back.
I smiled and looked down upon him again.
I simply shrugged.
We stumbled out of the violent tree. Morning greeted them with a spatter of bloody in the sky. The sun was rising.
"It's beautiful." I said, stopping mid-way through the grass field.
Harry stopped and looked up at the sky.
"Indeed." He said joyfully. "Look, you can still see the stars!"
I looked up and spotted the tiny lights.
"It's gorgeous!" I said, delighted. "Oh look the rider and belt."
I pointed it out for Harry.
"I am terrible at astrology; I don't know where any of the stars are" Harry said.
"Well, at least you now know where the rider and belt is." I said encouragingly.
Harry looked down on the ground, although he was trying to say something that was very hard to say.
"If we...ever get lost...and can't find...each other," Harry said quietly, "that's where we...will meet. At the rider and belt."
I looked up at Harry. A whole new person stood in front of me. It was although he had matured suddenly and realised that there was still hope in life.
"Promise?" He asked, looking eagerly at me waiting for a reply.
"Promise." I replied.
Sorry for the long gap. I had to go on holiday. Anyways. I will update quicker if I got 20 reviews. Thank you. Happy reviewing.
